The leader, the follower, the aid, the brute, the cyanide.

[Simon-Says]

( oh gawd...such powerful words, so simple yet powerful... )

Fiera looked at him and came back to his side, hugging him. "Andrio..." she whispered then whispered a song that her father had sung to her when her mother died,
"Tonight I've watched you shed those tears,
Tonight I've watched you speak words of sadness,
Tonight I've watched a distance part of you die...

Tonight is the night,
The night that made my mind up,
To never leave you,
Tonight is the night that I have decided,
To stay and help you through,
A live that you may think has no point,

But if you have no other reason to live,
Live for me, I will stand by your side,
And I won't leave you,
Never matter the risks we may face..."

She broke off and the song brought tears to her eyes as she remembered how sickly her father had been when he had sung it to her, his voice powerful and confident, but weak and faint almost. If it could be one of the same, weak and power, faint and confident. She looked up at Andrio, her heart aching for him.

[nagisa.]

He remained silent, and wounded. The number feeling of loss consumed him like the plague consumed the world. He was beside himself. He didn't function correctly. He wanted to tell Fiera it was OK. He wanted to tell her that the next day would be bright and sunny and everyone would be there to hug one another and have a party in a garden. But, it would be all lies. Lies...All... Lies...Worthless... Pointless...


He walked with her, silently tearing himself from the inside out.

(ikr? I thought they were perfect!)

[Simon-Says]

Fiera new there was something wrong with him, she could tell from his stride, normally powerful, almost proud. But now there was none of that left. She could tell by the blank look on his face, as though he had no idea what to do with himself. She stopped and turned to face him, she said, "Andrio, don't leave yourself behind! Don't you dare tell me your fine either! You're not fine! I'll let you have your grief, but please, brother, don't let them consume you! I need you! Cassandra might not admit it, or Robin, but they need you too. Hayli would not wish for you to mourn to no end! She would want you to move on, to mourn little. She loved you, with all her heart Andrio, I just know she did."

( yes extremely and utterly perfect! )

[nagisa.]

Hayli....


The name may as well have rubbed rock salt into his gaping heart. He didn't say he was fine. He wouldn't deny that he was dead inside. But, he had to be strong. For Fiera. It broke him into more pieces thinking about how this hurt his sister. But what could he do? He was shattered, and couldn't sweep up the pieces that quickly. He opened his dry mouth, and muttered a simple, "Okay."

[Simon-Says]

( I must go, sad to say..i will post tomorrow! )

[nagisa.]

I await your return

[Simon-Says]

Fiera sighed. She had been harsh, too harsh. She stopped Andrio, putting her hand on his arm. She began to sob quietly, "I'm sorry...that wasn't what I meant...I didn't mean to sound like that..." Not wanting to see that expression of sadness and pain on his face she turned and ran back to the Pit.

[nagisa.]

He but stop there. Frozen in his spot. He was quickly snapped back into reality as the wails of the reanimated began. He looked around, watching aa they skunk forward like hunch backed bell ringers. By now, he assumed, Fiera was safe inside the pit. He, however, was exposed on all sides. Then, they came. Pale, green flelsh glistening with humidity and a grotesque mixture he didn't even want to know about. He screamed, whipping around as one placed a cold, green hand on his shoulder. He had not moved as fast as he did, the beast would have taken a chuck of his shoulder. He turned on his toe, and broke into a run.

[Simon-Says]

Fiear, feeling like a child, ran into her room and plopped down onto what she called a bed. She closed her eyes and tried to bring in a calm breath, but it shook as did her shoulders and she buried her head in her hands.
Something slunk through the shadows around the Pit. Something dark, someone dark. Who was this someone, would they help the refugees, or were they there to end them?
( hehe )

[nagisa.]

They were gaining.

Having broken his left leg, and the fact that somehow they'd become faster, he was now tumbling over his feet. He had to limp and run at the same time. Those did not mix. After running for about another 30 minutes, he collasped. He began to crawl, using his good arm. That gave the freaks a huge advantage. He might as well slit his own throat. But he was so close! He could see the Pit. He could smell the rancid stench of alchol that came from teh ally. He got together what breath and strenth he had left, and screamed,

"Fiera, Cassie, RUN!"

And with that, a cold, green ish blue face brought itself onto him. And more, and more, and more. He was surrouded. He screamed, so loud he could have sworn it made the earth shake. One and taken a chucnk from hsi leg. He kicked it in the face, causing him to scream once more. He was a buffet for the many hungrey mouths that drooled at his feet.